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Thank you.

Female, white, about 21.

She was conscious when she went into the
water.

Probably suicide.

Well, she's not the girl I'm looking
for, Adam.

About the right age.

Well, that's why I called you.

I thought she might be when they brought
her in this morning.

Sorry to drag you down, Don.

Adam. Hmm?

Let me look at that girl again.

I thought you said she wasn't the one
you were pired to find.

Well, she's not, but... That face.

I've seen it before.

Open it up again, Don.

You know her?

Carol Wilson.

Girl about town.

All the best places, best men.

A couple of months ago, she...

Dropped out of circulation. She didn't
belong to just anybody anymore.

She belonged to one man.

Alec Ryan.

A swinging attorney.

Interesting, huh?

I said you've always heard about
chickens. They do come home, don't they?

Oh, I read you, Joe. Listen, you forget
about it.

I don't care if Alec Ryan did bum -rap
you once and get your license suspended

for six months.

Man who has contempt for the law sooner
or later has got to break it.

So far, no law's been broken.

By Alec Ryan or anybody else.

It was a girl who walked into the water,
period.

Yeah, that's your story, Sergeant.

I say she was pushed.

Where?

Is that in Beverly?

Thanks, I'll try there.

The great jet -set mouthpiece isn't
coming into his office these days.

The house in Palm Springs is buttoned up
tight. No one there but a caretaker.

And the pad in Malibu is being rented by
a vacationing evangelist. Yeah, well,

keep at it. If you do get a lead, call
me. I'll be at the LAPD with Sergeant

Tobias.

Oh, thanks.

Uh, who's the client in this one?

Just so I'll know who to bill.

There's no client, Peggy. Purely a labor
lob.

Uh, do you mind if I say something?

You're acting a little uptight.

Yeah, well, it's an uptight world, isn't
it?

The Carol Wilson autopsy report.

Sorry, Joe, no marks on her.

She wasn't sauced, she was drowned, and
in salt water about 11 last night.

Hey, Tom, what about this stuff under
her fingernails?

Well, that's a variety of algae.

So she was struggling when she was in
the water. Must have been grabbing for

something. Well, people can throw
themselves in the water and change their

in midair. You know that.

Yeah. The girl who was pushed in can
also put up a fight.

I'll get it.

Pathology lab.

Oh, hi, Peggy.

Yeah, he's here.

Yeah, Peggy.

Yeah, good, good. Yeah, thanks, Peg.

Alec Ryan, he's on his boat at the
marina.

Thanks for everything.

Joe, listen, I know you'd love to bust
Alec Ryan on a murder one. Okay, you

don't like him. I don't like him. Half
the country doesn't like him. But

no scientific evidence of violence or
foul play in Carol Wilson's death.

I think he murdered her.

There is no murder, Joe.

Is that what that lab full of
instruments tell you? Yeah, instruments

personal grudge against Alec Ryan or
anyone else.

Well, Adam, you stick to your
instruments. Now, me, I don't fly by

I'm like those old barnstorming pilots
who flew by the seat of their pants.

They're all dead, Joe.

Seat of their pants flew them right in
the side of a mountain.

What a way to go.

Excuse me, miss.

Is Mr. Ryan around?

Alex,

someone to see you.

Mona, go practice, you crawl.

She practically lives in the water.

Sometimes I think she has gills.

How have you been, Mannix?

Getting by.

I hear that you've gone back to pursuing
your dreary little profession.

A lot drearier when you're barred from
pursuing.

We all stop at tow occasionally.

Or we're tripped.

Well, I hope you don't hold a grudge.

You were doing your thing, I was doing
mine.

Only you did yours a little harder and
dirtier.

Well, I assume you were snooping around
on behalf of some client.

Something like that.

Are you claiming privilege, or are you
telling me who it is?

The name is Carol Wilson.

Know her?

That one time we were quite close.

Why, is she in trouble?

Not now.

She's dead.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Would you like something?

Coffee?

No, thanks.

Her body was washed up on shore this
morning. She wasn't dressed for

Police figure may be suicide.

Maybe. How well did you know her?

Well, I suppose you'd find out sooner or
later.

She got quite a bit of sun out here last
summer.

And a certain amount of moonlight, too.

And after the summer?

I broke rule number one of the
yachtsman's code.

Never introduce your girl to a man with
a bigger boat.

When was that?

Six, eight weeks ago.

August. When in August?

Do you believe it? I didn't write it
down.

And you haven't seen her since? No.

I don't know what else I can tell you
about her. She was a beautiful girl.

Unfortunately, that was also her
profession. Beautiful girl.

Who is the man who has the bigger boat?

A client. You claiming privilege,
Counselor? It hardly falls under the

-client relationship.

It was the tycoon's tycoon, Warren
Nichols.

You still his lawyer?

Mm -hmm.

Warren Nichols pays me an annual
retainer in excess of $100 ,000.

Perhaps that doesn't give him the right
to steal my girl, but it makes it an

awful lot easier to take.

Last night, I don't suppose you left
your boat?

I had no reason to.

Go ahead, ask her.

Call her over. She can make it in ten
seconds.

She's a fish.

is Mannix. I'm a private detective.

It's important I speak to Mr. Nichols.

Mr. Nichols is not at home.

Nowhere he can be reached.

And it's important that the new can be
installed...

You're Mr. Mannix, as it

says outside.

Yes. I'm Brett Nichols.

You wouldn't by any chance be Mrs.
Warren Nichols?

That's right.

I know your dogs.

Oh, uh, this is my secretary, Peggy
Fair.

How do you do?

I think you can type up that letter now
if you want, Peggy.

I guess I won't.

Please, sit down.

Interesting, isn't it?

That we should have so much in common.

We have.

Well, you've been trying to reach my
husband and I'm here for the same

You mean your husband is missing?

I think so.

You don't know?

Well, he could know where he is. I
don't.

I haven't heard from him in three days,
and that's a new record.

A new record.

What was the old?

Is that important?

Is it important enough not to tell me?

Well, it might help if I knew your first
name.

Mrs. Nichols, what has my first name got
to do with anything?

Well, I mean, if we're going to talk
about anything so personal as my

we...

We shouldn't be so formal.

It's Joe.

Well, Joe, Warren and I have been
married ten years.

For the last nine years, we've been
playing a little game.

You know, he's away a lot of the time,
but he calls every night and tells me

where he is and what he's doing, and I
pretend to believe him.

But you know he's lying.

Of course.

And he knows I know.

But that's the way the games play.

You must be worried about him.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

Well, not exactly worried.

Curious.

This time he's been away three days, and
he hasn't once phoned in his nightly

line.

I'd just like to know the reason.

What's funny?

You. Oh, not funny.

Unusual.

What's usual?

Well, when a woman comes in to tell me
her man hasn't been home, she usually

acts pretty hysterical.

Well, I'm sorry I don't fit the usual
pattern, Joe.

Oh, don't be sorry.

The one who carried on the loudest
turned out to have put her husband in

incinerator.

You're wasting your time, Joe.

Warren didn't keep anything here but his
out -of -season clothes and his third

-best razor.

Well, they've got to be business records
someplace.

Not here.

Where's his office?

Haven't you ever heard the legend of
Warren Nichols, billionaire hermit? No

office. I don't buy legends.

It's true.

And there's never anything in his
pockets, Joe.

I've looked.

What happens if some of the troops want
to get in touch with the man? Suppose

they have to have an answer real fast
or, say, drop a couple of million

They talk to the man's attorney.

Alec Ryan.

What's this?

My picture.

Warren's idea of my picture.

A sentimental man, no?

It was my application for a job as a
secretary.

A simple letter written by a simple girl
just out of secretarial school.

That's how we met.

I came for an interview, and he gave me
some letters to type. It was about seven

before I finished.

So he asked if I could stay overnight.
He said he might have some more letters.

I said I couldn't possibly do that.

And he asked if it would make a
difference if we were married.

I said yes.

So the man married you?

We flew to Yuma that night.

Romantic, isn't it?

You didn't really know him.

I knew he was good -looking, charming,
with several hundred million dollars.

At those prices, I figured whatever was
wrong, I could change.

And I did.

I changed.

Would you like a drink?

Why don't you drink on the job?

My job is being Mrs.

Warren Nichols, and drinking is
permitted.

Almost compulsory.

Do you know about your husband and Carol
Wilson?

And the one before her?

And the one before her?

Or should I go on?

Yes, this is Miss Warren Nichols.

Yes, put him on.

It's the police, Sergeant Tobias.

Yes?

Thank you, Sergeant.

Yes, right away.

You might be interested.

They found Warren.

You all right?

Don't mind me.

I cry at parades.

Look, why don't you wait out in the car?
I want to talk to Sergeant Tobias for a

minute.

Thanks.

How'd you find him, Adam?

Service station down the hill.

Nichols had his car picked up for
servicing on Monday. He wanted it back

hurry.

I've been trying to get somebody up here
to answer the phone for three days and

finally reported it.

Kind of washes up your theory, doesn't
it, Joe?

Yeah, how?

Well, you've been leaning kind of hard
on Alec Ryan.

Now it's a whole new ballgame.

Yeah, tell me.

Nichols was killed by a small -caliber
weapon.

Fired at close range.

No sign of struggle. No forced entry
into the house.

Conclusion? He was killed by somebody he
knew.

Evidence?

Compact. Initial CW, as in Carol Wilson.

One hair, color red, found on a pillow
and probably hers.

A big deal. Does that put her here in
the house at the time it happened?

It's going to.

A. A hair removed from Carol Wilson's
head after she drowned.

B. A hair found in Nichols Lodge.

All right, it's her hair. Now show me
where it says Wednesday night.

Sure, Millie.

This hair taken from Carol Wilson is
dark at the root.

So she dyed her hair.

No, she used henna.

There's a difference.

About $10. If you were married, you'd
know that.

Henna doesn't penetrate the hair. It
just coats the surface.

It fades and it has to be renewed.

This henna is quite fresh.

So far, I'm with you.

Her body was found Thursday morning.

She'd been dead about ten hours.

From those facts, plus the freshness of
the henna, we know that she had a henna

treatment Wednesday afternoon.

I'm interested in Wednesday night.

Now, this was the hair found in Warren
Nichols' happy hideaway.

It couldn't have been put there before
late Wednesday because Carol only added

the henna Wednesday afternoon.

And it couldn't have been put there
after Wednesday night because she died

Wednesday night.

In other words, she was there Wednesday
night.

Thanks, Ellie.

Why fight it, Joe?

It's classic.

Lover's quarrel.

Girl shoots boy.

Finds out she can't get away with it.

Throws herself right in the ocean.

That's neat.

Neat. Pink ribbons.

I happen to be a square about these
things, Adam. I don't get that warm,

feeling in here unless I've got the gun
in my hand.

Now, where's the gun, Adam?

I'd say she had it with her when she
drowned.

Now, that's beautiful. And you won't be
able to find it unless you drag the

whole Pacific Ocean. Is that your cop
-out? No.

No cop -out, Joe.

Tom, Mannix doesn't think we're pushing
hard enough for the gun.

That so?

What do you got?

Well, according to the Coast Guard, the
current Wednesday night ran west.

Maximum speed, four knots.

Now, the body was found here.

Now, she first entered the water
somewhere inside this quarter circle.

Now, it's a big leap forward.

Don't let him bug you, Tom. Go on.

You remember the algae we found under
her nails? Well, I checked with the

down at Scripps, and it turns out to be
a parasitic marine growth.

Meaning what?

It grows on things.

Oh, thanks.

What sort of things?

Wood. Generally wood.

Old piers, pilings, sunken boats,
driftwood.

There aren't any, uh... Wreck boats in
here.

And if you're drowning, you don't claw
at driftwood, you grab at it. So we

settle for piers.

Pilings.

Right here.

Paradise Cove.

got, Benji?

This one's got some striations on it.

Looks like someone's been grabbing.

Scrape off some samples.

Shelly, bring over the bucket.

Benji, take a look down below.

22 caliber automatic target pistol,
serial number 25233.

Registered to Alec Ryan, attorney.

Well, Mr. Ryan?

Are you accusing me of something? I'm
saying ballistics says a bullet from

gun killed Warren Nichols.

I've already discussed the matter in
some detail with the police.

Well, in the interest of my client, Mrs.
Warren Nichols, would you mind

discussing it with me?

Well, anything to oblige Brett.

I'm afraid I can't help very much.

As I told Sergeant Tobias, the gun was
stolen some few months ago. I reported

the police at the time.

You can check the date. I did.

Stolen August 4th.

Now, that's when I discovered it was
gone.

I remember using it around July the
10th, and then August the 4th, when I

to take a little target practice, it was
gone.

In other words, the gun was stolen
between those dates.

That seems fairly safe.

Of course, I'm no detective.

And Carol Wilson left you between those
dates.

Didn't it occur to you that she might
have taken a gun?

I was almost certain she had. It was a
valuable gun. I assumed she'd stolen it.

That's funny.

You reported the theft as by persons
unknown.

Well, I don't know how things are in
your set, Maddox.

But in mind, if a friend, especially a
lady, leaves you taking with her a book

she happened to be reading or even part
of the silverware, it's not a matter for

the police.

This happened to be a gun.

Don't teach me the law.

What about yesterday? Why didn't you
tell me then that she had taken it? You

couldn't have ruined her good name. She
was dead.

I'm trying to think how it would have
gone.

You came on my boat to tell me Carol was
drowned. What did you want me to say?

Funny or drowning, she could have shot
herself. She had my gun.

Or was I supposed to say if she's dead,
she won't be needing my gun anymore? Can

I have it back?

Come off it, Mannix.

I had your license lifted once. That
doesn't make me a murderer. You dislike

but it doesn't give you the right to put
me in a gas chamber for something I

didn't do.

Didn't you?

This time, Mannix, if I get your license
lifted, it'll be for good.

Why did she steal that gun?

She was leaving Alec Ryan to take up
with Warren Nichols, but she swiped

gun. Why?

So if she ever wanted to kill Nichols,
she'd have a weapon handy?

I don't believe it.

Drink your coffee.

That's another thing.

Where was the champagne?

Champagne? Yeah.

Did you ever see a picture of Alec Ryan
without a glass of champagne in his

hand?

Parties, racetrack, fancy breakfast on
his boat, always champagne.

Remember what they called him in that
magazine feature last year?

Champagne Alec. You know what he was
drinking on the boat both times I saw

What?

Coffee.

Look, why don't you just go right down
to the grand jury?

I mean, you got an airtight case.

You caught him red -handed drinking a
cup of coffee.

You know what I think?

I think Ryan knew Carol Wilson was dead,
knew somebody would be out there to

question him, so he wanted to be sober.

As long as Mona Baby says Ryan never
left that boat Wednesday night, that

him completely off the hook.

So why don't you just forget it? No.

Now, something's missing.

It just feels wrong.

Look, I'll see you later, huh?

Hey, what about your coffee?

Oh, uh, keep it for the grand jury.

But I've been a widow long enough, Joe.
Will you dance with me?

A pleasure.

I haven't danced in eight years.

How about some fresh air?

I love fresh air.

As long as it has some bourbon in it.

Not exactly society's favorite watering
place, is it?

Well, it's no country club.

That's why I like it here.

No one knows me here.

They don't say, uh, Brett, come on, join
us. We'll talk.

Meaning, don't drink so much, Brett.

Or, uh, can we give you a left home,
Brett?

Meaning, you're too smashed to navigate.

Or, don't you think you've had enough,
Brett?

Meaning, you've had enough.

You don't think Carol Wilson killed my
husband, do you?

All the evidence points to her, but... I
can't figure a motive.

Maybe Warren was throwing her out.

He liked variety.

Girls like that don't kill men or throw
them out. They find other men.

You were about to say something?

What about, uh... What about you and
other men?

Are you investigating a murder, sir, or
trying to get your face slapped?

Well, uh... Another man in love with
you...

Would have had a motive.

Sorry.

No other men.

I was a faithful colleague.

Even when I found out I was never really
going to have Warren, I... He was still

all I wanted.

Well, that brings us to business
associates.

Oh, sure.

Any of them.

Any of them what?

Would have been delighted to kill him.

To do business with Warren was to hate
him.

Did Alec Ryan hate him?

Probably.

Warren never took me into his
confidences.

Not even in business matters.

You know what I've been thinking?

I was wondering what would have happened
ten years ago if you advertised for a

secretary.

But it's too late now.

No, thanks.

I've got to get back to work.

You mean you haven't been working?

Not entirely.

No more questions?

Not now.

Well, I'll be here tomorrow night.

And you can shine a bright light in my
eyes and shout at me if you like.

Goodnight.

I must say, you're pretty good.

Keeps me in shape.

For what?

The Olympics.

A lawyer friend of mine told me I don't
have to talk to you.

It's about Wednesday night.

I thought Alec told you about that.

Are you sure you spent all of Wednesday
on his boat?

Well, it's not the kind of thing a girl
forgets.

Is it possible that he could have left
the boat for a few hours, maybe, without

your knowing?

Frankly, I don't see how.

And you'd say the same thing under oath.

Well, I wouldn't exactly want the world
to know, but yes, I would.

You know, Mona, they don't have swimming
pools at women's prisons.

If you're lying, you could miss the next
two Olympics.

Maybe three.

You'd better give it some thought.

That's five years for perjury, another
five years for accessory to... To what,

Maddox?

We'll get something on, Mona. We'll do
it at the Lange's.

Are you at the Olympics?

Let me put it this way, Maddox.

You threatened me, you threatened my
girl.

But that's it, the end.

Finish.

Well, he's right, Joe. You've been
asking for it. You won't use the radar.

You won't look at the instruments. Man,
the seat of your pants is flying you

right into the mountain.

I know Ryan's girl was lying. No, you
don't know.

You hate Ryan, so he's guilty. But the
girl's his alibi, so she must be lying.

You don't know.

Okay, I feel.

You wish.

Oh, you think that's what it is, huh?
You think I'm trying to pin a murder rap

on Ryan because he sticks in my craw?

They know you better than that. What do
you think?

I think Carol Wilson killed Warren
Nichols.

Jumped into the water.

Say I buy the idea of a double murder
and a killer on the loose. Okay, okay.

I'm the cop on the job. I go looking for
suspects.

But, Joe, I don't go looking for suspect
number two or five or ten.

I go right to suspect number one.

Spell it out, do you mind?

You read the papers?

Yeah. How's this for a headline?

Wife kills husband, another woman.

Brett? Brett.

Mrs. Warren Nichols.

Have you questioned her, Joe?

Wife, husband, other woman.

Two people are dead.

Now, I still think the other woman did
it, but if you don't buy that, isn't the

wife next in line?

Not this time.

Why not?

She inherits all his money, jealousy,
greed. They've driven other people to

murder. Not Brett Nichols.

Why? Because she has nice eyes, good
legs, a soft husky voice. I mean, she

smiles, you smile. All right, Adam,
knock it off.

Have you questioned her? Of course I've
talked to her.

Not talked.

Questioned. Did you ask her where she
was Wednesday night?

Did you tell her the penalty for
perjury?

Did you talk to her like a detective?

Mrs. Nichols? Mrs. Nichols? Mr. Mannix
to see you.

Mrs. Nichols?

Mrs. Nichols?

This is Joe Mannix. I'm at 2020 El
Cerrito Drive. Send out an emergency

Stomach pump, pull motor.

Attempted suicide.

Dear Joe, you would have found out
anyway.

You wouldn't have wanted to ask me the
terrible questions, and this will save

you the trouble.

I guess I'm not as hard -boiled as I
once thought, or as you must have

till now.

I killed them both.

I know this doesn't square my account,
but it makes things tidier.

I'm sorry.

Don't frame this letter.

Doctor, according to the books, anyone
who's taken that many pills has already

been dead for some time. But she's still
alive.

Is there any chance of her regaining
consciousness soon?

I wouldn't count on anything.

But if we can squeak past the next eight
hours, she's home.

Don't count on it, huh?

Not good.

It's hard to believe.

I spent a couple of hours with her late
this afternoon.

The maid told me.

We had a lot to talk about.

The estate, the technicalities of moving
it through probate.

But it was heavy going.

She was very shaken up by Warren's
death.

Knowing how he treated her, that must
seem pretty far out.

There it is.

Anyway, just before leaving her, I told
her to take a pill.

had some sleep.

What I was concerned about was that she
might decide to go for a drive.

And needless to say, by that time, she
was thoroughly sourced.

Needless to say.

Joe? Adam?

I'm sorry, Joe.

You warned me.

Right into the side of the mountain.

Have you questioned her?

Have you talked to her like a detective?

What about those tests?

Well, no surprises.

Stomach samples and blood both show a
high reading of alcohol and barbituric

acid. No surprises.

Just what any clean -living cop would
expect of a Brett Nichols.

I'm not judging the lady, Joe.

You asked me about the test.

I'm sorry, Adam. It's just that I can't
buy it.

Confession, two murders.

She did take an overdose of sleeping
pills.

And I seriously doubt that even our
great courtroom spellbinder, Mr. Alec

could persuade her to take her own life.

Well, then he tricked her.

How, Joe?

I talked to her doctor.

Knowing her history as a drinker, he
made it very clear to her just how

dangerous it was to mix pills and
liquor. And to his knowledge, she'd

overdose.

Is this the bottle her prescription was
in? Yeah.

About to be refilled before February
20th.

Well, that's tomorrow.

At last, something we agree on.

Come on, are you missing a point, Adam?
Listen, direction. One tablet at bedtime

for sleep.

You know how it is, Joe. Some people
never believe in directions.

If Brett Nichols took one tablet every
night and this prescription ran out

tomorrow, then she couldn't have had
over two pills to take.

How do you know she didn't hoard them?

Oh, sure. She always knew she wanted to
take her life one day. Come on now,

Adam. This is attempted murder.

Oh, how can it be?

Look, let's say that a good and
sympathetic friend, like the family

suggests she takes a pill.

Just so Brett can unwind and go to
sleep.

In combination with the amount of
alcohol she'd ingested, she'd be flat

asleep in minutes. Right. But not dead.

And not in danger of dying. Right.

So she wouldn't feel a needle he used to
inject a lethal dose of barbiturate,

would she?

Joe, the examining physician didn't find
any puncture marks. Did he shave her

head to check under her fingernails?

All right.

We'll look.

Why would Ryan want to kill her? To
clear himself of the first two murders

openers. He's never been charged with
them. And Ryan's enough of a lawyer to

know that he probably never could be.

Well, he's also enough of a lawyer to
know that if Brett Nichols lives to

protest his accounting of her husband's
estate to the probate court, his motive

for killing Warren Nichols will be out
in the open.

So your guess is Ryan killed Warren
Nichols because Nichols caught him

There's no guesswork about it.

You don't have any proof. You don't have
one shred of evidence.

What do you call it?

Navigation, Adam.

Seat of the pants navigation.

Now, if Brett Nichols dies...

I want the man who did it.

Mannix, won't you come in?

You're just in time for breakfast. A
glass of champagne?

Some coffee.

Mona wins the blue ribbon when it comes
to boiling water.

Thanks, I'll just pass.

Something wrong?

Brett Nichols, about an hour ago.

She never regained consciousness.

Oh, that's too bad.

Uh, probably just as well, all things
considered.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, the hospital would like to check
out some facts with you. Uh, next of

kin, previous illnesses, things like
that.

Well, you were just about to shove off.

You suppose I could phone it in?

I don't see why not.

You know, I think I'll change my mind
about that coffee if it's not too much

trouble.

I'll be right back. I can phone us at
the head of the pier.

I guess I owe you an apology.

I guess you do.

You know, now that things have worked
out the way they have, I'm glad you were

telling the truth.

Cream? Sugar?

Because if you weren't telling the
truth, Mona... Well, look, let's just

play a game, I suppose.

Now, suppose Alec Ryan wasn't with you
every beautiful minute of Wednesday

night. That he was with Warren Nichols.
That he killed Nichols.

And that Carol Wilson walked in on him
when he was tidying things up. So?

He bribed her with the only thing she
understood, an annuity.

They then went to the pier to get rid of
the gun, and all of a sudden, she found

herself in the water clawing for her
life.

I'd say that annuity had a pretty quick
payoff.

And let's suppose that Alec Ryan figured
he was safe because nobody knew, but

Brett Nichols figured it out, so he had
to kill her, too.

Of course, nothing like that ever
happened, but if it had...

You'd be the only person in the world
who knew.

A little Mona.

You know where that would leave you,
Mona?

One day you'd be heading out to sea,
just you and the man who killed Nichols,

and then killed two other people to
cover up the crime.

You'd be the only person who could pin
all three crimes on him.

Would you say something?

Oh, I'm sure you'd be safe for a while,
I guess.

He wouldn't be in a hurry.

But one sunny day, you'd be on a boat
heading out to sea, miles from anywhere.

Just you, the boat, a lot of water, and
Alec Ryan.

And then maybe just Alec Ryan.

Tragic accident at sea. No witnesses.

Of course, the police might have their
suspicions, but what can they prove?

People fall off of boats all the time.

It's up to you, Mona.

You gonna take that boat trip?

Maddox?

You lied to me. She's still alive.

Yeah, I know.

And if she pulls through, she'll be the
second witness against you.

Where were you?

What are you talking about?

That night.

Wednesday. The night I said I was with
you.

Thank you.

Only for a minute now. I'm against the
whole idea, but she insisted. And when

she insists... Yeah, I know.

Joe?

Right here.

I'm sorry I caused you so much...
inconvenience.

Always glad to be of service to a
client.

Just how far does the manic service go?

Try me.

Could you kiss a client goodnight?

I call that service.

Joe, you're absolutely sure you couldn't
use a secretary?

you